Poetry of Issue #7        Page 56

What’s Was Its Name? A Movie
For Donald Lev

The rose bower leading
in and out of a morass,
the maze of thought
enfolding forgetting
time
untransformed,.
just a kiss reminding
& a corpse blurred away

This was the movie,
demigods killing
slashing and paying
transmitting static
and make believe

Much work
to puzzle it out
watch what came next
as you, Donald, rustled your stiff
bag of popcorn
eternally relishing
one kernel at a time

  Roberta Gould